Page 75 of The Revenge You Seek

I look over at her in her yoga pants and crop top. I really hope he fucking has and he knows how fucking lucky he was.

"Ella," someone screams from the corner of the parking lot.

"Oh my God," she squeals next to me, bouncing on the ball of her feet in excitement for whoever she's just seen. "I won't be long," she promises before darting away.

"It's okay, I'll head back," I call to her, not wanting to stand around here like a loner.

She waves at me over my shoulder as she jogs toward where three people are watching her.

The second she's in front of them they pull her into a hug.

I lift my coffee to my lips and take a sip before taking off in the direction of our dorm and the assignment that's sitting on my desk waiting for me.

I walk along the edge of the parking lot, leaving Ella and her friends behind.

Cars come and go and the voices of students sitting at a couple of the benches filter down to me as I lose myself in my thoughts… or maybe regrets would be more accurate.

I round the corner and disappear behind a large black town car as our building comes in to view in the distance.

The door beside me opens and before I know what's happening a large hand clamps down over my mouth and I'm hauled back into the vehicle.

My heart thunders against my chest as I kick my legs and throw my arms behind me in the hope of making contact with my attacker.

"Calm the fuck down, Scarlett."

That voice.

That fucking voice.

I'm placed on the seat and I spin to look him in the eyes.

"What do you want?"

Victor Harris's mouth curls into a scowl as he stares at me. There's disgust in his eyes for a second before he drops his gaze down my body. Disgust rolls through me and I grab the sides of my zip-up hoodie to cover up.

He tsks, making my skin crawl.

"What. Do. You. Want?" If he thinks he's getting any respect out of me then he's shit out of luck. This isn't my first interaction with him. Although sitting here right now, I really wish the previous time was the last.

I don't care who he is. He can't just abduct me like this.

"I've got a job for you, although I'm wondering if you need teaching some fucking manners first."

I raise a brow at him.

"I thought Kane might have done the job by now."

If he wants me to react to his mention of Kane then he's going to be bitterly disappointed.

"I don't want your job. Get one of your minions to do it for you."

"No can do. I need someone… a little different for this job."

"I'm not interested, Victor." I spin away from him and reach for the door but before I have my fingers around the handle, Victor's fingertips dig into my upper arms and I’m dragged back toward him.

He pulls me so close his disgusting old cigarette and stale whiskey breath races over my face.

My stomach turns as he looks down at my lips.